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[heiroglyphs]

VERA WEISZ

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[heiroglyphs]

What? I thought it was funny.

[sunnymerc]

It could use some work.

[Soleil takes her hand from her face and honks Vera's nose.]

[heiroglyphs]

[She swats at Soleil's hand with her comparatively tiny one.]

I guess that means my dream of being a comedienne will never pan out. Father will be most disappointed.

[sunnymerc]

[ Soleil snatches her hand and looks her in the eyes. ]

Well. Don't worry. My lips are sealed. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

[heiroglyphs]

[Vera's eyes widen. That statement means so many things on many different levels; the sort of thing that Vera wouldn't take seriously most of the time, but the look in Soleil's eyes puts her so much at ease.

There's nothing she can say in response, so instead she'll slowly reach up to grab the collar of Soleil's top, tugging her closer.]

[sunnymerc]

[She isn't going to turn down that invitation. Soleil looks Vera in the eyes as she gets tugged closer and slowly brings their lips together for a short, short moment.]

[heiroglyphs]

[Vera coos against Soleil's lips, eyes fluttering as she fights her desire to prolong this smooch forever. But it's too soon for that. Even if she wants it, she can't allow herself to get so attached, so quickly. She gives her friend a gentle stroke on the cheek with the back of her hand before pulling away.]

[sunnymerc]

[She is upset the kiss ends so quickly, but she is otherwise too happy to do anything but giggle and smile wide.]

You're the cutest birthday girl, Vera.

[Not that Soleil knows anyone else with a birthday today, but.]

[heiroglyphs]

[The comment obviously flusters the heiress, who veils her embarrassed face behind the palm of her hand.]

Honestly, you're relentless. I'm not sure I can handle all these compliments.

[sunnymerc]

If it helps, think of them less as compliments and more as me stating the obvious. You won't get embarrassed if I say the sky is blue, right?

[heiroglyphs]

I think there's a little bit of a difference.

[The remark draws a laugh, however.]

[sunnymerc]

[She shakes her head.]

I don't. I hardly think at all, truth be told. I just say the truth.